Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One More Chance / The Legacy Remix, artist - The Notorious B.I.G..
Date of issue: 12.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One More Chance / The Legacy Remix |
Uhh… |
What? |
(«That's right! «) |
That’s right! |
Uhh, uhh! |
Bad Boy! |
(«Bad Boy! «) |
What? |
Uhh, uhh (What? Uhh!) |
(Uhh, uhh, what?) Lyrically I’m! |
(Lyrically I’m!) |
(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, uhh, check it out! |
(Check it out!) |
(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, lyrically I’m |
(Uhh… uhh, uhh!) |
(What?) What? |
(Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!) |
(Uhh!) Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
(«Remix») |
CJ, uhh! |
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! |
Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah! |
So goooooood, so goooooood! |
I loooove you sooooooo much! |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance… |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance… |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance… |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance… |
I Poppa — freaks all the honies (uh-huh!) |
Dummies! |
(uh!) — Playboy bunnies, those wantin' money! |
Those the ones I like cause they don’t get Nathan |
But penetration — unless it smells like sanitation! |
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs |
Heartthrob? |
Never! |
— Black (uh!) and ugly as ever! |
(uh!) |
(uh!) |
Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns! |
— Get it? |
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it, then split it (uh!) |
In two |
(uh!) |
(whooo!) |
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get |
Deeper and deeper (uh!) help ya reach the! |
(uh!) |
Climax that your man can’t make, |
(«Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late, now sing the break! Uhh! } |
Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?) |
Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone, more chaaaaaance! |
One more chance… |
IIIII can heeelp you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! |
(I got that good love girl, |
you didn’t know?) |
Cause you, don’t neeeeeed, noboooo-dy eeeeelse! |
— One more chaaaance… (remix) |
She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long |
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz. |
There I is! |
(uh!) (uh-huh!) |
Schemin'! |
(uh!) — Don’t leave ya girl 'round me |
True player for real (uh!) |
You ringin bells with bags from Chanel |
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel, uh! |
Where you at? |
— Flippin' jobs, payin' car notes? |
(yeeeah!) |
While I’m swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke! |
(uh-huh!) |
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke |
Death stroke — tongue all down her throat! |
(uh-huh!) |
Nuttin' left to do but send her home to you; |
I’m through! |
- |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance! |
(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?) |
One more chaaaaaaance! |
— Biggie give me one more chaaaance! |
(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?) |
{Uhh, uhh, uhh… what? |
What?) One more chaaaaaaance… |
So, what’s it gonna be, him or me? |
(uh!) |
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls! |
(uh-huh!) |
The envy of all women — crushed linen |
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em. |
(whoooo!) |
(Finest women I love with a passion!) |
(Ya man’s a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin!) |
(High fashion — flyin' into all states?) |
(Sexin' me while ya man masturbates!) |
(Isn't this great?) Your flight leaves at eight |
(Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds, uh!) |
Lyrically I’m supposed (uh!) to represent |
I’m not only a client (what?) I’m the Player President! |
(uh!) |
Bad Boy, Bad Boy! |
(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?) |
EastCoast, EastCoast… |
WestCoast, WestCoast… |